My (old) story of the universe was never mine, it shaped my fears and my dreams, and possibly my path to a certain degree. I was told that story and it has taken many years to realize, that I do not have yet a story of mine. As I reinvent myself, unlinking from all those beliefs, a new paradigm has emerged, sometimes full of clarity, sometimes mostly awe, and always full of mystery and reverence. I can not say I know the new story, the one experienced by me; I don't sense I've been able to fully apprehend it. But that does not prevent me from having the certainty that I am in the process of knowing myself, and, by extension, everything else I need to know.
On Mar 24, 2015 Germán wrote :
My (old) story of the universe was never mine, it shaped my fears and my dreams, and possibly my path to a certain degree. I was told that story and it has taken many years to realize, that I do not have yet a story of mine. As I reinvent myself, unlinking from all those beliefs, a new paradigm has emerged, sometimes full of clarity, sometimes mostly awe, and always full of mystery and reverence. I can not say I know the new story, the one experienced by me; I don't sense I've been able to fully apprehend it. But that does not prevent me from having the certainty that I am in the process of knowing myself, and, by extension, everything else I need to know.